The Only Temple We Have Ever Known
I have you breathe down on me like an experience gone beyond mine
to ours
to cosmic universal
to starlight on a soft, soft summer night when rain drops fall from a cloudless sky and we gather in fields
exalted and humbled
and filthy
and grandly,
magnificently
soaking...
wet.
It pours down the base of my neck
over spine tingling particles that respond to touch
and breath
and me sensing you
long dead and gone
standing there just beyond a naked shoulder.
We've gather here to honor all time and place
to spread the message that has been whispered in ears
since ears were baby soft
We gather to groom the trails that form the circling crops
communicating the secrets that have yet to belong to more than the code broken
just now
when you said to me
"This...is...all...there...ever...was."
And we whirl together,
spinning on a field that has been created backwards
backwards from backwards
backwards from wholeness
backwards from truth
backwards from time spins
backwards from rocks crumble.
Backwards, the destination gives birth to the path.
Perhaps we whirl here together, alone
writing this journey into the only temple we have ever known.
